Sometimes I wonder, wonder
why it happens, happens
so quickly, quickly and
completely.
The speed is the thing, thing
that occurs fast, fast
that it
happens.
It is deceptive, unreal maybe, maybe
has me thinking, thinking
it’s not true.
It feels true, true
as the day, day
by day it feels, feels
deep and
alive.
A big story to me, me
and my dreams, dreams
of who I am, am
going
to be.
You are the thing, thing
that I crave, crave
and feel lost
without.
Sometimes I wonder, wonder
why sometimes
I don’t.